Intricacy

I am fascinated by the music box mechanism
behind the graceful spinning ballerina
is the precision joining forces of fragments
set of pins on a revolving cylinder
plucking the steel comb lamellae

I imagine
the care and maintenance of such
an original piece
requires the patience and skills of
an artisan watchmaker

I am in awe of
the complex and detailed effort
to make real of
a simple gasp of amazement

I come to the realisation
whenever a praise of beauty is heard
a life long devotion is behind it all

Accident over suicide

 

he asked her to promise a lie of a life time
she said
‘I will not lie about a promise I will not keep’

understandably
he chooses giving up over surrender
understandably
she believes the truth will set her free

Imperfection is beauty

I received a picture of you
it took my breath away
I have looked at it many times
it is a bit out of focus
reminds me of a misty lake
the illusion it creates is
exceedingly beautiful

Morning glory

at the first flecks of daybreak
the sacred incense is a burning swirl
the lock and key ceremony is underway
in the company of subtropical rain

My name

many had asked about my name
I told them
they repeated diligently
I heard lots different names
I had learned to respond
to the sound of all those names

the list expanded to unmanageable
so I made up an easy to sound name
it has been great

just sometimes
I miss my name
it is actually
a very beautiful
name

Upside down

she is a winter baby
who wasn’t born in
June, July or August

her dream of a white Christmas
never happens here
she survives heatwaves
escapes bushfires
while he flees from the snow
gets cosy by a fire place

they look at the same world
in reversal
day and night
in perfect cycle
they cheated time
so did fickle love

When in doubt

Thinking is neccessary
over thinking is dangerous
what ifs create doubt
when in doubt
I crumble

Your eyes
behold my doubt
untangle my thoughts
inject a pool of tranquillity
restore my vision
to see what you see
in me

the next time
I am in doubt
I will run to you
before falling
apart

Sowing and reaping

we cursed the tree
poisoned the grass around it
withheld praise from the flowers
and wondering why our children
don’t enjoy playing
in the yard
anymore